It wasn’t like I told him no, which only makes me feel worse. I’m partly to blame for the way I’m feeling, and that's a bitter truth to swallow.
My heart skips when I hear the bathroom door click open. I freeze with water pelting my back and move my gaze to the tiny slit in the shower curtain. All I can see is Brantley’s bare feet beside my bundled-up dress. I want to say something snarky, but it’s almost as if he’s holding my tongue hostage.
I press my back against the tile when I see his long finger hook on the shower curtain to make the gap larger. I tilt my chin with my arms down by my side when our eyes meet. He’s waiting for me to tell him to go. His eyebrow lifts with a challenge, and I surprise us both when I lift mine right back. A hot thrill starts at the top of my head and flows right in between my legs when he skims his heated gaze down my body.
It feels like years have passed before he opens the curtain farther. A hot swallow works its way down my throat, and I can’t seem to catch my breath. Water is pelting the side of my body, and the little beads of moisture traveling in between my breasts feel like a tease.
Brantley narrows his eyes, and I swear the green electrifies when he steps into the shower. He’s fully clothed, and I want to ask what he’s doing, but I can’t fathom speaking. I gasp with pleasure when his palms fall to my waist, and he pulls me into his chest. I peer at him through wet lashes as he stares down at me like he wants to say something, but I don’t give him the chance.
I rise to my tiptoes and press my mouth against his.
I’m left completely breathless when he kisses me back.
There’s a connection so deep I forget where I am.
Brantley’s tongue lashes out against mine, and another gasp leaves me when he presses us both against the wall.
I shove at his soaked shirt, and he pulls it off before taking my mouth again. The kiss is fast and swift, but that’s how it always is with us. Everything we say and do has been backed with an urgency since the very beginning.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to kiss you?” Brantley’s hand trails to the front of my body, and I breathe raggedly in anticipation with a shake of my head. “Longer than I care to admit to myself.”
I bite my lower lip and stare at him. He takes it as an invitation and trails his finger down the rest of my body before it hovers between my legs.
“I came in here to ask if you were okay.”
I swallow and spread my legs with the tap of his finger.
“But now I’m here to ask if you want me as badly as I want you.”
I do.
His finger swipes over my clit, and a soft whimper gives away all my cards.
Brantley has one hand in between my legs, and the other cradles my face with force. Water droplets fall off the edge of his nose and onto his lips when he speaks. “Tell me you want this, Isla.”
I peer up at him. “I only want it because it’s you…” I catch my breath and lick the water off my lips. “And not him.”
Brantley mumbles under his breath. “Good girl.”
FOURTEEN
Brantley
One kiss.
That’s all it took.
I touch her like I know what love is, and the more I skim my palms over her curves and suck on her delicate skin, the more I crave.
“I’m becoming obsessed with you, Isla.” I grip her face to hold her steady. Her doe-like eyes widen, but there isn’t an ounce of fear in them. I flare my nostrils and wish I could stop myself from touching her, but I can’t. “Stop looking at me like you want me to be obsessed with you.”
She swallows before hitching a slippery leg around my waist. I’m in nothing but my soaked boxers, and the only thing on my mind isher.My stomach hollows out, and my movements are jerky. I’m not nervous. Instead, I’m fuckingexhilarated.
My palm splays on the side of her thigh, and her breasts push against my chest.Fuck.
I ravage her mouth and strip my boxers off at the same time. A hot moan leaves her, and it goes right to my dick. I’ve neverbeen so infatuated with fucking someone, and I’ve never heard a more perfect sound than her subtle whimpers.
“God,” she breathes out.